One Shot with Shawn Mendes - Collection

AMAYHLA

This is it. The longest day ever. Without a doubt. It's only a 3-hour class, but your back hurts and you feel bloated and the cramp pain is almost blinding. It took everything in you not to leave at the break. You take notes while the teacher is talking, and when you finally see the last slides of the power point, you pack your stuff and you're the first one out of there.

You sit on the bus, on your way to the shops, when your phone dings. You smile at the sight of your boyfriend's name on your screen.

"Hey babe, how's your day?"

"Ugh, it's bloody awful, in more ways than one."

"Oh no, what's wrong?"

"Bloody. Awful."

"???"

Wow, how is he not getting it? It happens every month.

"Shawn. I got my period. Bloody? Anyway, I'm getting some pretty bad cramps and I feel like a gross swamp monster right now. I'm just gonna get some things from the shop and go back home. How's your day?"

"Oh it's alright. Just go home, babe, I'll stop by the pharmacy for you and bring your things home in a few minutes. What do you need?"

"Are you sure? I'm almost there."

"Certain! Just go rest at home. What should I get?"

"Uhm, I'm running out of Midol, and I don't know where I left my hot-water bottle, so if you find one that'd be great. And I'm just craving sweet and salty, so just picture an insane amount of candy, and buy twice that amount."

"I'm on it! I'll be home in half an hour."

"Thanks, love" you send, and sit back, riding the bus all the way home.

You're curled up in bed, trying to sleep it off, but the lower back pain is keeping you up, so you're watching a show to take your mind off it. You hear the door open, and Shawn comes in, bags in hands.

"Hey Amayhla, how are you feeling?" he asks gently.

The only answer he gets is a grunt and you shifting your body to turn your back.

"Okay, not good. I brought your stuff, do you want me to fill the water bottle with hot water?"

A faint "yes" comes from under the covers. Shawn is no stranger to your mood during your period, so he doesn't feel offended at your snappy replies. He takes the bags to the kitchen and comes back a few minutes later with a tall glass of water, two Midols in his hand, and the filled hot-water bottle for your cramps. He sits on the side of your bed and hands them over. You don't even sit up, just straighten your body a bit so you can drink a sip of water to swallow the pills, and lie back down, hugging the bottle.

"You poor thing," Shawn says, running his hand on your arm.

His hand makes it to your side, and almost under your shirt, but you wave him away.

"No, Shawn, I feel gross and bloated and my back is killing me," you whine.

"Oh I'm sorry," he says, taking his hand off of you. "Want me to give you a massage? Would that help?" he offers, in the most innocent way possible.

However, you know he won't stay innocent for long when you're lying on your stomach in your underwear.

"Hmm, I know you and your wandering hands, and I can't have that right now," you say as you adjust your position to try and alleviate some of the pain.

"Babe, please, I'll be good I promise. I just want to help you. I hate seeing you in pain and be powerless about it."

He looks so disheartened. You smile at him and he understands you just agreed to the massage. His face lights up and you also feel a bit better.

"Will you please fetch me one of the candy bars you got, one with salted caramel if you have it, and then we can start," you ask him.

He gets up from the bed to go get your chocolate, and you get out from under the covers and take off your t-shirt. Shawn gets back, hands you the candy bar, and you lie down on your stomach. You're about to take a bite, but you feel Shawn's warm hands on your back, and you know you won't enjoy that candy bar with your attention devoted to another sensation.

He starts in the middle, his thumbs on each side of your spine. He moves up, pressing down with his strong hands. He kneads your shoulder blades with his palms and your shoulders with his fingers.

"Down, baby, please."

He works his way down, tracing bigger and smaller circles with his thumbs. He hits the spot that had been killing you all day, so you let out a stifled moan, and you hear Shawn chuckle as he's sitting on your legs.

"Not funny! But that's the spot. Around my coccyx."

He works the area with his thumbs in circles. Then, he kneads your lower back with the firm parts of his palms. Your eyes are closed and you can feel the pain magically disappear.

"Oh yes, that's it. Just a bit harder," you ask Shawn, wanting him to apply a bit more pressure.

"Oh yeah, you want it harder, baby?" he says to you, in what you recognize as his bedroom voice.

"Shawn! No. Get off me," you say, turning to face him, so your whole body shifts on its side.

What doesn't he understand about 'I feel like a gross swamp monster'?

"No!" he exclaims. "Amayhla, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Let me hold you," he pleads.

You let him spoon you while you eat your candy bar and watch the show that's still playing on your laptop. He brings a hand to your hair, and very delicately starts untangling it with his fingers. When you don't shoo him away, he understands you're okay with it, so he freely runs his fingers on your scalp and through your locks.

You feel him move in the bed, and then the emptiness of his absence.

"Where are you going?" you ask, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"Who doesn't want me to leave, now!" he laughs. "I'm just gonna put the kettle on, darling. I thought you could use a cuppa! Want me to refill your hot water bottle too?"

"Thank you," you say through a soft smile as you hand him the bottle.

"Anything for you," he says as he comes down to kiss your forehead.

He comes back a few minutes later with the tea, the hot-water bottle, and another candy bar.

"You did say 'an insane amount of candy' and that is what I got. Now you have to eat it!"

You happily take it from his hand, and sit up so you can have your tea. You place the hot water bottle on your lap against your stomach, and Shawn sits next to you.

"What did you do before you had me?" he asks smugly.

"Exactly that," you reply immediately, wiping the grin from his face. "But it's much nicer having you take care of me, that's for sure."

You bring your face to him for a kiss, but he doesn't meet you right away. You pout, and he can't resist these big brown eyes, so he kisses you softly.

"And uh, when do you think you can take care of me?" he asks, the smugness back in his tone.

"Ugh, not right now, that's for sure," you say as you playfully roll your eyes.

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